On the Road to Ruin

Strange Woman . . . Strange Bed . . . Thor's hammer poundin' in my head Six straight double shots of high-grade single malt And my mouth is tastin' dryer than table salt (a popcorn fart) Yeah, but I know what I'm doin' . . . I'm on the road to ruin Monday mornin' . . . Last Friday night . . . Well I had the feelin' everything was alright Here I am in trouble with the love of my life Hopin' she don't cut me with no butcher knife I got brownie points a-cruin' . . . I'm on the road to ruin (Piano solo) Sun blindin' . . . Teeth grindin' . . . Ears burnin' . . . Stomach turnin' . . . Well, Summer's commin' and the winter's gone Here I am still sleepin' with my blue jeans on Well I had it goin' till I lost my job Now I'm out here casin' out some joint to rob Baby's needin' shooin' . . . I'm on the road to ruin (Guitar solo) Sirens blarin' . . . Neighbors starin' . . . Judge's gavel . . . Well, I come unraveled . . . Well, I've been rollin' downhill since I was ten My Les Paul livin's going to do me in I can't get this roller-coaster rifle to a stop 'Cause when I hit the bottom I'm right back on top Big ideas a-brewin . . . Well I'm on the road to ruin